Текст песни Сектор Газа - Л.Т.П.

Lts

And we in the medical-labor dispensaries live
Dispensary - LRA is our second home.
A dispensary without alcohol we die,
And if we die, the throne of the mind.
Oh, LTP! O-oh!
Oh, LTP! O-oh!
That is, personally I once saw, I thrashed his wife every day,
At dawn I hangover wolf howled.
And my neighbor scolded me, and I hit him in the face,
He went to the district and said.
Oh, LTP! O-oh!
Oh, LTP! O-oh!
It does not give boredom whining here forced to clean floors,
A team is a good, if not anger.
There really was a queer: climbed with a rope in the attic,
In the attic, he ordered us to live long.
Oh, LTP! O-oh!
Oh, LTP! O-oh!
Oh, LTP! O-oh!
Oh, LTP! O-oh!